I’m a sucker for good clouds. I often find myself photographing them, regardless of the inquiring looks of people around me.
“But what is she looking at?”
Clouds, people. One of the simplest things on the planet, and yet often one of the most striking, too. There’s just something about clouds that, ironically, keeps me grounded, keeps me in check that I am merely human, mortal, relatively short-lived and that I should enjoy every little thing that is offered to me. Including clouds.
Also, I may read too much into what is an otherwise simple natural phenomenon.
Although, with sights like these, I think it’s fair to say that clouds are largely underrated.
You may remember this photo from an earlier post on the beautiful sunsets of Brighton. It was one of the most gorgeous things I’ve had the chance to see in my life. Not only was the light naturally amazing, but it seemed the clouds had a life of their own, moving so quickly I barely had the time to snap them away.
A magical day tasting wines and taking in the famous Eastern Townships fall scenery. It was one of those days that were actually pretty simple, and had nothing extraordinary going on, but for some reason will remain engraved in your memory forever. And with a sunset like that, it’s not a bad idea.
That day was particularly weird, weather-wise. It was late August, and it had been over 30 degrees all week in Innsbruck. And then, overnight, it shifted – I woke up to 11 tiny little degrees, and a downpour. Suddenly, in the late afternoon, the clouds slowly retreated, letting the sun shine on the Austrian Alps, newly covered by a fresh coat of snow. Mind you, it was still pretty chilly – but it was so beautiful that I barely noticed.
Do you also secretly – or not so secretly – enjoy taking photos of clouds? What’s your best one?